At the Table
What if…
…we were all sitting at the table and his knee brushed yours under it?
What if he didn’t move it away — and neither did you?
Would you glance at me, or keep your eyes down while you felt the pressure stay?
“She is mine. But I love to watch her be wanted.”
What if…
…we were all sitting at the table and his knee brushed yours under it?
What if he didn’t move it away — and neither did you?
Would you glance at me, or keep your eyes down while you felt the pressure stay?